Monday, January 21, 2013

You Are What You Eat

Morden stood atop the embankment searching the horizon in search of the enemy. He knew they were out there, he could feel a presence, and yet he could spot no movement at all. He tried to remember his aunt’s favorite scanning spell, and finally recovered the words. In a moment the young mage had recited the “Butterfly’s Eye”, and his suddenly he could view 12,000 pinpoints, each a focus unto itself. He took a new look at the space before him, concentrating on each facet in turn, and still discovered no creeping warg or camouflaged orc. He did though spot a delicious stand of beebalm in the near distance and began to drool ever so slightly.

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